As We Move Forward Together, In Solitude.

 Back To That New Place

Noise. Confusion. Turmoil.

Surrounded by the music of chaos.

The muscular winds hint of

Some radical cleansing just ahead.

A restoration of sorts, perhaps.

Or maybe something altogether alien and new.

What was once so natural and expected

Things of dignity, and modesty,

And excellence, and virtue,

Feel now so foreign and so distant,

And all but out of reach.

But from deep within,

A primitive reconciliation stirs

Commanding my essence,

My very being,

To closely observe this day,

As if the sole witness

To that very first light.

A light affirmed as good,

A light which split the darkness.

And which now illuminates a path

Back to that new place.

As we move forward together,

In solitude.

Peace

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